Screw the ghosts.
Happy birthday to the woman who let her husband take in his brother's orphaned kid and raised him like her own. Whose love didn't fail even when that husband died, leaving the two of them alone. Who tolerates that kid putting on a skin tight suit and going out to defend those who can't always help themselves. Who fights for others in ways none of us super types could even imagine. And who makes the best chicken parm in existence. And I've been to Italy now so I can say that.
Happy birthday to the greatest aunt in the entire world. Love you, May.